I love fans but I hate the feeling of air blowing in my face. Like riding down the road in the backseat of a car and the front windows are open and damn near suffocating you. I hate it when a fan blows over me because I hate the sound of wind rushing past my ear and, it hurts like a bitch sometimes.
On a totally different note, I proved that at even the age of 27, I cannot stay away from melted candles in any form. Bright side is that my fingertips smell like cranberries now, bad part is that no matter what I will never live that down.
Also, the reports of me mauling a cardboard cutout are greatly exaggerated.
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